Good news! The inside fan of my baby/old lady Buick sedan* has been replaced so I have heat and a working defroster! The fifteen minute ride over to the dealer for my service appointment? That was an experience. It was sunny and 29 degrees outside. Wayne took the afternoon off from work so that he could follow me in his Subaru and then give me a ride home in case the service department didn’t have the parts in stock. We also ruled out beforehand that it was not a blown fuse. (I learned how to change a car fuse!) He of course offered to drive my car for me and I’d drive his but I knew I could handle it. It ended up being a bit more interesting than anticipated, though!
I’m not in Disney World but I was in the 1970s. Wayne and I have no plans to become sunbirds since winter is mostly manageable and isn’t altogether unlovable. However! Our oil company, whom we have prepaid for all of our heating oil for the season is still backlogged.
Presently it’s pouring rain and almost fifty degrees. By tonight it will only be five! Here’s a scene from sometime in the early 1970s to help bring forth some sunny summer warmth into today. Can anyone date and name those cars? On the backside of the postcard:
According to sartorial experts writing for Esquire and Country Life, famed New England author, poet and essayist Emerson once declared: “The sense of being perfectly well dressed gives a feeling of inward tranquillity which religion is powerless to bestow.”
No, he did not say that! That statement is the antithesis of that for all he stood! Here is the quote and context that appeared in Works of Ralph Waldo Emerson, 1883 and Letters and Social Aims, 1885: Continue reading “Fake Quote Patrol: Emerson Never Said This”
I started working at Carburs kitchen in Burlington Vermont in August of 1977. Little did I know then, that for the next 12 years I would become completely enmeshed in the company and in the restaurant business.
After working in Burlington for almost two years, the opportunity to become part of the management team in Portland came up. I jumped at the chance with the caveat expressed to ownership that as soon as a position became available in Burlington, I would be allowed to move back. As irony would have it two years later I was asked to return to Burlington, but Portland, by that time had become the place I wanted to make my permanent home.
It was January 1998. I was 29 years old, had graduated from the University of Vermont in the spring prior and moved to Freeport, Maine. I had a fantastic rental situation: the entire top floor of what was once an office building. I had a large balcony, three bedrooms, huge living room with skylights, bathroom, heat and hot water included, all for $700 a month which cost less than the one bedrooms I had viewed in Portland. In contrast I only owned one brand new bed, a black and white Apple laptop and small wardrobe (that quickly grew thanks to the surrounding clothing outlets.) I was literally one block away from L.L.Bean where my home was tucked in between restaurants and businesses.
Continue reading “Maine’s Ice Storm of 1998 & Blizzard of 2018”
We went to a candlelight service on Christmas Eve and had a white Christmas followed by a burst of sunlight. Wayne also opened some surprising gifts.
We’re definitely going to have a white Christmas here in Maine, according to all reports. I’ll be back sometime on Christmas to share some of our festivities. Wayne and I wish you peace and joy! Thank you all who read my blog for sharing the gift of your time!
My love of mashed potatoes started back when I was a little girl eating the “Little Jack Horner” from the Fort Lee Diner’s kids’ menu in the late 60s/early 70s. It was a slice of rare roast beef Au Jus with a small mound of creamy whipped potatoes served by my favorite waitress with the large bouffant. My appreciation continued as a young adult during road trips (the most noteworthy one being out to Seattle and back) with truck stop fare for lunch. They always seemed to have the best mashed potatoes. The cafeteria at the University of Maine in Orono used fresh Maine potatoes for theirs.
My own recipe for smashed reds combines Maine red potatoes, Meyer lemon from California and British clotted cream for a harmonious side mash or meal!